Under the elven moon I lay <br />Her blue eyes the ice of ire <br />Tonight she is vulnerable <br />Her mothers side sweet, wise <br />The old language of the stars <br />I whisper elven to her <br />Red full lips, pale smooth skin <br />Silk stockings with belts <br /> <br />Oh! Pallid moonlight speak <br />Turtledoves and grapevines <br />Bluebells like the grace of rain <br />The earth conjugates <br />Wet elven rose petals <br />Turquoise clouds, yellow ribbons <br />Scottish mountains sing <br />Norwegian Queen in royal purple <br />She rings her golden bell <br /> <br />Utopia in veins of brilliant centuries <br />Sir Thomas More looks at me <br />Her ghost ancestry <br />Vivaldi in my whispers <br />My elven words are warm <br />Apple cider and pineapple <br />My lips meet her joyous sea <br />Elves dance like serrated tides <br />Elven moonlight on a bed of Venus<br /><br />Joseph Narusiewicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elven-moonlight/
